With a sound of "Amitabha", everyone was dumbfounded.

After a long time, this old ranger with great skills turned out to be a monk! But no, my hair was not shaved.

In the midst of the discussion, the knowledgeable who had good things to do exclaimed:

"You know! The first disciples who followed the Buddha did not shave their hair. The Buddha also wants to enter the red dust to experience, isn't Jigong also crazy? In addition to avoiding meat and not killing, Buddhism also has King Kong angry eyes, Arhats descend dragons and tigers......"

As if to confirm his words, the old ranger, oh no, the old monk's whole body glowed, it was like a layer of gold edges, and the treasure looked solemn. The beans became more and more vivid, like rubies set in majestic faces.

Luo, the golden body of Luohan!

Many people screamed and fell to their knees.

Today, it is the world of monks. There is more Taoism and less Buddhism.

Although the Daomen are powerful, they rarely engage in faith and worship in the world. Buddhism was suppressed, and only prospered in the countries of the Western Regions, but it had a great influence in the world. In particular, karma and reincarnation are quite supported by the people at the bottom. I hope that in this life, I grit my teeth and work hard, and if I don't do evil, I can enjoy glory in the next life.

The upper echelons of society are often close to the Taoist door and far away from the Buddhist door. Why? Because the state is the dojo.

After the revival of the aura, powerful monks rose one by one, overcoming thorns and thorns, slaughtering demon beasts, so that human beings could rebuild civilization. Moreover, when the Taoist priest went down the mountain during the catastrophe, the monk who ate fat and big ears on weekdays was nowhere to be seen, which was especially criticized.

But the people don't care about that.

Legend has it that the cave blessed land where the gods live is actually a sect of various factions, and the government does not let people approach. They finally found a small Taoist temple to ask for a signature, but the Taoist priest still ignored it. Which is like entering the temple and being warmly welcomed.

In Baisha City, there is the largest temple in the southwest - Baisha Temple.

When you enter Baisha City, if you don't eat stinky tofu, don't go to Suzaku Street, and don't go to Baisha Temple to burn incense, you won't be here, and you're embarrassed to brag to others.

Therefore, the old ranger declared the Buddha's name, and his whole body glowed with golden light, and he was immediately recognized, but he was not a golden-bodied Arhat?

"The bitter sea is boundless, and turning back is the shore!"

The voice is sonorous, desolate and majestic, and contains incomparable compassion.

Xintianyou slowly took two steps forward.

The Arhat realm of Buddhism is equivalent to the Taoist monks, who can fly to the sky and escape to the earth, and are immortals in the eyes of the world.

But there are not many Buddhist cultivators, and even fewer people understand them. In addition, it is very easy for him to create a fake Arhat golden body, which is nothing more than creating a halo that lingers around Chu's body, and there is no difficulty.

As for the clothes and hair do not match, it is a small problem, and the radish is fast and does not wash the mud.

This big umbrella for later use is scary enough!

Not to mention that in the small country of Hua, even if he goes to the Zhou country, even the sect leader of the Xiaoshui Sword Sect, Dan Qiusheng, has to come to pay homage.

A small number of people standing seemed to believe it or not, and some of them pulled at the sleeves of their partners' shirts with sharp eyes, pointing diagonally forward. I saw that after being splashed with blood, the old ranger's pants and boots were brand new, and there was not a drop of blood.

Good girl, I'm a mother! Stopping the frightened horse, breaking the arm, the head of the void, the body glowing with golden light, and the blood does not stain, what is it if it is not a fairy manifestation?

Whoa......

The people on the car got out of the car, the people on the horses dismounted, and everyone coaxed and obeyed the ground, immediately highlighting the three women and one man on the bridgehead horse.

Dong Shumin, who was the leader, looked left and right, crying and laughing.

Liu Fei fell to his knees and howled:

"The boy knows that he is guilty of sin, and that he should fall into hell. From now on, change your mind and be a new person. Still looking forward to ...... Hope...... Monk Wangxia forgiveness......"

This guy is well-informed, of course, he knows that he is not a god descending to earth, but a great monk, and his own life is in the other party's thoughts.

Wronged, really wronged!

Who can recognize a dignified monk, dressed in fancy clothes, with a rattling around his waist? He deserves to be unlucky, and if he doesn't beg for mercy, it's too late......

But how to call it, there are also particulars. There is no shortage of outlandish violents among the monks, and it is not a taboo to kill people if they look wrong. Since the other party pretends to be a ranger and recites the Buddha's name, it is not wrong to call him a "chivalrous monk".

Xintianyou stopped.

From the discussions of the people around him, he learned that the three tigers in Wangcheng are not good things, such as bullying and dominating the market, robbing people's daughters, and beating people's lives...... And so on, but there are no specific cases.

What's more, a living scholar is always more useful than a cold corpse. The worst is that hundreds of thousands of taels of snowflake silver are squeezed. Of course, punishment is indispensable, it is better to abolish his ability to do evil and break his three legs......

Xintianyou was totaling, and only heard a "tuk tuk" sound.

The crowd parted, and a disabled old man with his legs all hands "walked" out.

I saw him unkempt, his teeth clenched, sitting on a small bench. Place another small stool in front of you, push your body forward, hold your hands steady, and slowly move it over. It took about a minute to walk out more than ten meters away with difficulty.

This may also be a time when I was in high spirits, moved quickly, and "walked" relatively quickly.

Sincere......

Sincere......

Sincere......

The scene was silent.

Liu Fei was so frightened that he sat on the ground.

Xintianyou had a full view, knowing that the old man was squatting at the entrance of the suspension bridge for more than a day or two, and many people knew him. And Liu Gongzi let the carriage go quickly, of course, out of arrogance, and there was also a layer of meaning to avoid this person.